broken beyond repair

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*Alessandro POV*

A glimmer of hope flashed across the boy's faces before they masked it with their stone-cold glares.

"Now listen," I continued, "Whatever you do, do not get your hopes up. Emma is not who you think she is."

Technically I said that last part to them, but it was really more to convince myself.

Once they realized that I was done talking, the boys just nodded their heads and walked out of my office, presumably going to get ready for their next mission.

*Marco POV*

I went to the workout room and started punching the bag as hard as possible, trying to escape my thoughts. Still, they found a way to weasel themselves through.

"Was this "Emma," actually our Eva?"

"What if this actually wasn't our sister?" I just punched the bag even harder at that thought. But the final one was the scariest.

"What if she hates us?"

*Dante POV*

I needed to get this "Emma" girl off of my mind.

I know Alessandro said that she wasn't who we thought she was, but what if he was wrong?

I quickly squashed that thought by shooting another target.

I missed Emma, but the less I pretended I didn't, the more I missed her.

*Fernando POV* 

Unlike everyone else in this house, I didn't automatically resort to violence to escape from my thoughts.

While it is true that I had our next target on my mind, I did not want to think about her, so I went to the one place I can go to escape from my thoughts.

A bar.

I drove to one, probably breaking every single speed limit with my camera on the seat next to me.

*Emma POV*

My life right now felt like something straight out of wattpad.

There was no way that this was happening.

Just this morning, I had been an ordinary girl who lived with her abusive foster father, just waiting 2 more years when I could finally escape this hellhole.

Now, well, I find out that I am actuall the sister to the CEO's of the 10 wealthiest and most influential companies in the country.

But whatever, right? It's not like they will want to  adopt me anyways.

I'm just a girl from a Texas town that knows nothing.

We couldn't be more different.

They wouldn't come to get her, right?

With  that comforting thought in mind, she walked inside the class, eager to start learning.

But, oh, how wrong she was.

*Emma POV*

It was now Friday, which meant I just had to survive one more day before I was out of here. I was so ready because all week I had this weird feeling like someone was watching me.

Plus, Gabriel went out to bars and stayed away from the house the whole weekend, so it was some alone  time to myself.

The point was that I was ready for school to be over. 

I mean, it will be a pretty standard weekend, but atleast it's some alone time, right?

Oh, how wrong I was about that.